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... y—Evening]
Lucien lay sprawled across the bed like a corpse freshly delivered from the battlefield, black hair sticking in wild tufts, his lips puffed red, his throat raw, and his poor, abused hole... let’s not speak of that. His body twitched every so often, like the ghost of last night was still rattling his bones.
If anyone walked in right now, they’d probably light candles and call a priest.
"...I’m dead. Toootally dead," Lucien croaked, his ...
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